Her eyes widened in shock. “But that’s been?—”
“Years,” he finished for her. “Seven, to be exact.”
Vanessa’s jaw dropped. “You haven’t had sex in seven years?”
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose. Then her forehead. And her mouth. He lingered there until the kiss became heated, her arms looping around his neck. “Have to say,” he murmured between kisses. “I honestly didn’t even miss it until you came barreling into my life.”
Being this vulnerable with her was a risk, but he wanted her to feel comfortable with him, safe. So that meant being completely honest.
“Please stop talking. If you make me any hornier, I’ll come before you finish your next sentence.” She deepened the kiss, shutting him up.
He hadn’t lied when he told her he wanted to take it slow. Easing back, he peeled the towel off her body. She was a work of art. Her body was long and toned, her curves tantalizing. He itched to touch her but forced himself to take the moment to admire.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured keeping his voice low, reverent.
He knew she’d heard those words a thousand times. Hell, she made a living off her looks and her body, but he needed her to know this was different.
Because she wasn’t posing. This wasn’t a photoshoot. She was exquisitely, vulnerably exposed for him and him alone. And he felt the honor of that like a hand around his heart.
When he met her eyes, a single tear slipped free, and he caught it with his thumb.
“You’re beautiful everywhere, to me, Vanessa.”
Leaning in, he tenderly kissed her collarbone before tracing his lips to the swell of her breast until he drew her nipple in his mouth, making her moan. Switching to the other breast, he swirled his tongue and bit down gentlybefore drawing on it. He continued until she was panting his name, her fingers gripping the back of his skull.
When he caught her trying to touch herself, he dragged her naughty hand up and over her head, taking the other one as well, until both were pinned above her. “Keep them there.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Her swollen lips were the color of cherries.
He offered her his bestdo I look like I’m kidding?Look.
She scoffed. “Or what?”
He stood up at the foot of the bed and shucked his underwear. His cock sprang out, free at last. “Or you won’t get to come until I say so.”
Her eyes widened, impossibly round, as they focused on his groin. It only made him harder.
Giving in to the sight of her, all flushed and gorgeous, he stroked himself once, a bead of pre-cum catching between his finger and thumb at the top. He wanted to smear it across her nipple, or even better, her pussy. Instead, he rubbed it around the head of his cock. Her eyes tracked the movement, lips parting slightly.
For a heartbeat she was still, trapped in the same spell as he was, and then in a sudden rush of movement, she shimmied higher up the bed, stretching her arms until she gripped the headboard rails.
“There,” he murmured, kneeling over her again. “That’s my good girl.”
“Yeah, don’t get used to it, Zeus.” Her breathless tone took the edge off her snark.
She was the cutest fucking thing. Why had he ever tried to ignore her? And how had he not admitted to himself until this exact moment how wildly attractive all the sides of Vanessa Barone were. Submissive and eager, argumentativeand sarcastic, she was a diamond that sparkled from every angle.
He shut off the voice in his head that said he didn’t deserve something that glittered the way she did, and he kissed the tip of her nose. “With you, I don’t get used to anything. I’m prepared for everything.” He dipped his fingers between her bare, slick flesh and groaned. “Baby, you’re really trying to kill me.”
Squirming under him, she spread her thighs wider, and he fell between them, his hips meeting hers. “I’d never kill you like this. At least not until I’ve come.”
“Brat.” A low rumble stirred in his chest, rolling out as a groan when he notched his throbbing tip to her soaking entrance. Their gazes locked. “Slow or fast?”
Vanessa wriggled again, panting lightly. “Fast. Definitely fast.”
His chuckle came out soft. “Slow then.”
Gradually, he slid in until his head was covered. Sweat broke out on his skin. Fuck, she was tight. How long had she said it’d been?
